File Number 15: Reggae Mortis
While following a lead in Jamaica, I found myself, shovel in hand, digging in a creepy cemetery during a thunderstorm. OK, I will admit it. Rumour has that there was buried treasure six feet under. I needed the cash. The booming thunder made me jump, and my shovel accidentally hit the back of a monolithic tombstone. Without warning, a monstrous zombie came out of the ground and returned to haunt the late night streets of Kingston Town. I had dug up the world's first Reggae Frankenstein!

I, find it very, very scary
To be digging in a cemetery
In a cool Jamaican breeze
There's a zombie, oh no it's free!

Reggae Mortis! Reggae Mortis! Reggae Mortis!

I, let it loose from its grave
Kingston Town is no more safe
An experiment malign
With a reggae Frankenstein

Reggae Mortis! Reggae Mortis! Reggae Mortis!

Reggae Mortis! Reggae Mortis! Reggae Mortis!
Reggae Mortis, he ain't dead